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Positive Spin Solutions

unpleasant topics
unpleasant decisions
unpleasant fallout

deal with it

give it a positive spin
isolate problems
promote solutions

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Unpleasant

Unpleasant for some,
Is a truth that is spoken.
Unpleasant it may be,
For those fantasized with delusions protected.
Although they hide them from being criticized.

Truth is neither negative or positive.
It exists to be just that.
And those unaccustomed,
To know it for what it is.
Will always deny it a visit.
But it will come to sit...
Regardless who finds it to be unpleasant.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Most Unpleasant Man

Well, I'll rise above, once I forget,
What it was like then before we met,
I had no dreams,
There was no plan,
You see it's just that I am,
A most unpleasant man,
And now it all has come to pass,
I guess I knew it couldn't last,
And now I'm back to where I began,
And once again I've become,
A most unpleasant man,
Where would I go if you weren't here?
I'll try to find you everywhere,
Remeber me, not as I am,
But how I was as your truest friend,
Remeber me, not as I am,
How did I ever become,
A most unpleasant man?
I'll see you later baby...

song performed by Eels
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One who lacks a sense of justice lacks certain fundamental attitudes and capacities included under the notion of humanity. Now the moral feelings are admittedly unpleasant, in some extended sense of unpleasant; but there is no way for us to avoid a liability to them without disfiguring ourselves. This liability is the price of love and trust, of friendship and affection, and of devotion to institutions and traditions from which we have benefited and which serve the general interests of mankind... by understanding what it would be like not to have a sense of justice - that it would be to lack part of our humanity too - we are led to accept our having this sense.

John Rawls in A Theory of Justice (1971)
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Canto the Fourth

I
Nothing so difficult as a beginning
In poesy, unless perhaps the end;
For oftentimes when Pegasus seems winning
The race, he sprains a wing, and down we tend,
Like Lucifer when hurl'd from heaven for sinning;
Our sin the same, and hard as his to mend,
Being pride, which leads the mind to soar too far,
Till our own weakness shows us what we are.

II
But Time, which brings all beings to their level,
And sharp Adversity, will teach at last
Man, -- and, as we would hope, -- perhaps the devil,
That neither of their intellects are vast:
While youth's hot wishes in our red veins revel,
We know not this -- the blood flows on too fast;
But as the torrent widens towards the ocean,
We ponder deeply on each past emotion.

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poem by Byron from Don Juan (1824)
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The Past's Hovering Foot Steps

An unpleasant effluvia hangs
In the stale and unmoving air
As your haunted heart loudly bangs

Into the silence, a clanging blare.
It pumps: tapping, pittering
Unlike the feet of Fred Astaire.

No ritz, just beats and blunderings
Fumbled from this: your dancing ghost.
Its transparent maneuverings

Don't disappear, though they almost
Remain long enough to repeat,
To echo back with a swift riposte.

Waltzing reverb shoe prints secrete
An ectoplasmic residue,
A souring of things that seemed sweet,

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poem by Tim Stensloff
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An outside help

He waited for outside help and wept
For days he had not winked eyes or slept
He had allowed to worse the situation
It had long and deliberate continuation

No immediate steps were taken to address
It should have been reduced to something less
The uncertainty went on for unlimited period
It went on piling up till it reached the end

Nothing is possible at eleventh hour
It needs strict vigil thorough out the year
It may sound unpleasant to our ears
But we have strong belief and fears

No one should wait till it reaches the end
The patient should be immediately lifted and sent
You can’t wait for his slow death
The shock may be unbearable aftermath

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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A hate, love syndrome

“Shut up, shut up, shut up and go away”
I threw the stone at crow to scare away
It was disturbing me with unpleasant voice
It was making me irritant with noise

I don’t know whether it was because of look
Appearance in early morning on hook
I couldn’t make out exact reason for dislike
Bird was on lovely earth flying like kite

Music leaves impact on blind and even on deaf
It is opening of new day like emergence of new leaf
Human being always loved beautiful birds
I sat in silence and peacefully heard

I was spell bound by the melodious songs
It stops person from doing anything wrong
It has blessings from the divine power
Always worshiped and found for an answer

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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Separated Out

Can you feel my skin
Can you feel my bones
Can you put my spine in plaster and take me home
So unpleasant inside and out
So unpleasant inside and out
If you like Ill tell you about it
You wouldnt want to know
My heads full of water
Tears I never cried
Could you hold me under the shower
In the cold outside
So unsteady inside and out
So unsteady inside and out
If you like Ill tell you about it
You wouldnt want to be
Separated out
Separated out
Separated out
I need medical attention
Wheres my memory gone

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song performed by Marillion
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The Cemetary Of Eylau

This to my elder brothers, schoolboys gay,
Was told by Uncle Louis on a day;
He bid me play, with tender voice and bland,
Thinking me still too young to understand.
Howe'er, I listened, and his tale was this:—
'A battle? Bah!—and know you what it is?
A deal of smoke. You rise at dawn, and late
You go to bed. Here's one that I'll relate:
The battle is called Eylau. As I wot,
I then was captain, and the Cross had got;
Yes, I was captain,—after all, in war
Man but a shadow is, and does not score;
But ne'er mind me. Eylau, you understand,
Is part of Prussia,—water, wood, and land,
Ice, winter everywhere, and rain, and snow.

'Well, we were camped a ruined wall below,
And round the ancient belfry tombs appear.
Bénigssens' tactics were, first to come near,
Then fly. The Emperor such arts disdains,

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poem by Victor Hugo
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